In a land that resembles  a flood of grass,

I stood enchanted until an echo might pass,

Calling wild love to wait a hindered heart,

By pleasures, empty days and a singing class.

 I listened, sighed and assumed me a part,

What long had ended, might suddenly start,

The abandoned heart resonates old delight,

Love rejoices its follies, follies of the smart.

Then it approached heavy and light,

The ears were wrong, yearning had right,

Face to face I cried and Bitterly smiled,

' Love cannot be a goose in fright.'